My apologies if what i am saying's litigious   My apologies if what i am say offends   But i feel we've become a generation of whingers   And i'm sure it'll only bring us down in the end      When things don't go your way   I see you lookin round trying to find somebody to blame      But your fingerpointing ain't taking you places   And that smoking is bad for your health   So who's to blame when you trip your own laces?   Maybe you should blame yourself      Should we all just march it back to the schoolyard?   Try finding the child who threw the first stone?   Ring-ring the money train is at the station   Ka-ching-ching the sweet smell of compensation   I pity men who try to make it alone      When things don't go your way   I see you lookin round trying to find somebody to blame      But your fingerpointing ain't taking you places   And that smoking is bad for your health   So who's to blame when you trip your own laces?   Maybe you should blame yourself      I take the system for a ride   It's easy if you swallow your pride   If you can see a lie through to the end   I've got a bone here in my leg   That's what my doctor said   It'll never be the same again      No, no, no